Chapter 774

"You're courting death!"

The bamboo hatted man roared, slapping the sword box with his hand. The lid quickly spun several dozen times in the air.

A black sword covered in blood-red patterns flew out from the sword sheath. Only then did the lid automatically return to the sword sheath, and the sword sheath closed once again.

The black sword floated in front of the bamboo hatted man, its tip pointing downwards. It exuded a terrifying pressure, as if it were a descending sovereign.

Phaser's brow furrowed slightly. The blood-red veins on the black sword were constantly moving, emanating the stench of blood. It was clearly a bloodthirsty demonic weapon. And the pressure exuded by the sword had already surpassed the realm of a true god, causing Phaser to feel an unprecedented pressure.

"Swordmaster, this white-haired brat is the sacrifice I've found for you," the bamboo hatted man said, cupping his hands.

The black sword seemed to understand the bamboo hatted man's words, and its tip pointed at Phaser as if searching for something.

A long while later, the black sword began to tremble, emitting a soft hum. The hum continued for a few moments before it finally quieted down and slowly descended in front of the bamboo hatted man.

The bamboo hatted man respectfully clasped his hands together. "Since the Swordmaster is satisfied, I will slaughter this brat as a sacrifice!"

After saying this, he gripped the hilt of his sword and looked up at the nearby Phaser.

Although Phaser could not see the bamboo hatted man's expression, he could imagine that he was quite pleased with himself.

This was not important to Phaser. In his view, although his opponent was powerful, he was not a qualified sword cultivator. This was because his opponent could not even control his own sword. Although this greatly increased his combat power, it was also his greatest weakness.

"I don't know where you get the confidence to reprimand me, but your combat power is on a completely different level from mine. Or is it that you're only good with your mouth and nothing else? " The bamboo hatted man clearly did not hold Phaser in much regard. In his view, Phaser was too weak, so weak that he did not even have the qualifications to be his opponent. He would only be able to slaughter him.

"Only now do I realize that it's not that you talk a lot, but that you're really long-winded. If you want to fight, then fight. Stop wasting time like a girl, "Phaser sneered.

"Overconfident brat, since you want to die so badly, I'll fulfill your wish." The hooded man pointed his sword at Phaser from afar and flicked his wrist, causing a flower to appear in the air.

A stream of blood-colored God Source Essence gushed out from the tip of the sword, growing as it came into contact with the wind. In the blink of an eye, it had turned into a long, blood-colored river that swept toward Phaser.

Phaser wielded his sword with both hands, his white hair fluttering wildly in the wind. Only when the crimson river was right in front of him did he swing his sword.

A green sword light surged out and tore the blood red river into two.

However, the blood-red river was endless, and the green sword light gradually showed signs of being unable to withstand it.

"My manna is far less abundant than his. This kind of fight is extremely disadvantageous to me …" Phaser quickly realized the problem.

However, by the time he realized this problem, it was already too late. The green sword light had already been completely engulfed by the blood-red river.

Phaser immediately retreated, but the crimson river seemed to have eyes of its own as it continued to pursue him.

With no other choice, Phaser could only turn around and defend himself. The green sword once again collided with the crimson river.

Under the impact of the crimson river, Phaser's figure was swept thousands of kilometers away. Fortunately, the crimson river was finally exhausted. Phaser managed to block this attack with great difficulty.

Just as he was about to catch his breath and rest, a figure suddenly appeared not far away.

"You're really too weak. Just now, it was just a casual attack of mine. I wanted to test your strength before deciding how much combat power I would use to play with you. In the end, you almost couldn't even take it." The man in the bamboo hat's tone was full of ridicule. "With this kind of strength, you still dare to shamelessly lecture me? If you want to brag, wait for a few million years in your next life. "

"So what if you're strong? You're just a slave of a sword. Once you recognize a sword as its master, you'll be a slave for the rest of your life. Apart from killing people to nurture the sword, there's nothing else you can do. Once the sword breaks through, the strength of the sword servant will no longer be able to keep up with the needs of the sword and will be abandoned by the sword. You killed people as a sacrifice for this Demon Sword, but have you ever thought about what will happen to you when it breaks through its current level and no longer needs you? You should know that once this sword breaks through and becomes a Celestial God, it won't be difficult for it to find a stronger sword servant. "Phaser's words were true, and the hooded man was well aware of this.

The hooded man only sneered. "Crafty brat, do you think this kind of sowing discord will work on me?"

"I can help you suppress the sword in your hand and give you your freedom!" Phaser calmly stared at the hooded man. "I am a member of the Other Pupil Race, a Celestial God with a powerful soul and an eye technique that can suppress souls.

As long as I can suppress the soul of this sword, you'll be free and no longer be bound by it. "

"Hmph, how laughable. A fellow who can't even take a single blow from me dares to boast like this? Aren't you afraid that the wind will bite your tongue?" The hooded man was silent for only a few moments before replying. He clearly didn't believe Phaser's words. "You're just saying this to mess with my mind and make me reveal an opening. Do you think I'll fall for it?! If you really had the ability to suppress the sword's soul, you would've killed me long ago and taken the sword away. Why waste so much time talking to me?! "

Phaser had already guessed that this would be the result. The hooded man was restrained by the sword, and even if he wanted to escape its control, he wouldn't be willing to give it to Phaser. If he was detected by the Demon Sword, he would be abandoned by the Demon Sword at the first moment and die.

Moreover, there were some people who were willing to give up their freedom for the sake of power. Phaser didn't know if the hooded man was such a person, but he knew that his only chance of survival was to defeat the hooded man. Otherwise, he would become a sacrifice for the sword.

"My divine essence, physical strength, and speed are all inferior to this hooded man. That was just a casual attack, and I was already in such a sorry state. It looks like I can only use that move … "Phaser's brows furrowed. After analyzing his opponent's strength, he realized that his chances of victory were truly too low.

"Azure Sky, lend me your strength!" Phaser gripped the blade with his left hand and exerted force, causing blood to flow from his palm. He pulled his palm to the left, and the scarlet blood immediately soaked the entire blade of the long sword.

As soon as it touched Phaser's blood, the azure sword began to tremble violently.

A green mist seeped out of the blade and flowed into Phaser's body along his right arm.

A few moments later, Phaser's long white hair turned black, and his light blue eyes turned scarlet.